Symbolism will be their downfall. Lets see what we can collect and maybe it will paint a picture.
Rolling stones… Mick jagger participated in this https:// en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Invocation_of_My_Demon_Brother
And is also associated with Anton lavey. Song called sympathy for the devil and album called Their Satanic Majesties Request. Hmm. Keith Richards also talks in his book about writing to his current wife letters signed in blood back when they were dating. Mentions it very casually as well.
http:// www.dailymotion.com/video/x3rj4gs
Pretty fucking weird
Beach boys and Charlie Manson
http:// www.businessinsider.com/charles-mansons-relationship-with-the-beach-boys-explained-2017-11
Manson and beatles prophecies
https:// en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Helter_Skelter_(Manson_scenario)
Blue Oyster Cult lyrics:
Home in the valley
Home in the city
Home isn't pretty
Ain't no home for me
Home in the darkness
Home on the highway
Home isn't my way
Home will never be
Burn out the day
Burn out the night
I can't see no reason to put up a fight
I'm living for giving the devil his due
And I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you
I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you
Time is the essence
Time is the season
Time ain't no reason
Got no time to slow
Time everlasting
Time to play b-sides
Time ain't on my side
Time I'll never know
Burn out the day
Burn out the night
I'm not the one to tell you what's wrong or what's right
I've seen signs of what freezing their eyes went through
Well I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you
I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you
Burn out the day
Burn out the night
I can't see no reason to put up a fight
I'm living for giving the devil his due
And I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you
I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you
I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you
I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you
Songwriters: Donald Roeser / R Meltzer
http:// www.dispatch.com/article/20140220/ENTERTAINMENT/302209796
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain, we can be like they are
Come on baby, don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly, don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Valentine is done
Here but now they're gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity, Romeo and Juliet
40, 000 men and women everyday, Like Romeo and Juliet
40, 000 men and women everyday, Redefine happiness
Another 40, 000 coming everyday, We can be like they are
Come on baby, don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly, don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Love of two is one
Here but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared, saying don't be afraid
Come on baby, and she had no fear
And she ran to him, then they started to fly
They looked backward and said goodby, she had become like they are
She had taken his hand, she had become like they are
Come on baby, don't fear the reaper
Blues music and rock & roll in general are often traced back to Robert Johnson. In fact many big names idolize him and cover his songs (clapton, stones, zeppelin, etc)
He died mysteriously in his 20s and only 2 pictures of him exist.
Oh and he is rumored to have sold his soul to the devil… Major rock and roll legend/myth
https:// en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Johnson
Scroll to the devil section. Many devil related songs as well. Seems odd for a poor young southern black man in the 1920s who was basically little known why he was alive.
Led zeppelin.
Jimmy page actually bought Aleister Crowleys house. Everyone knows about the stairway to heaven backwards thing.
They use symbols/sigils heavily. Plants kid died very young (lots of weird untimely deaths /breakdowns with all these artists … Look up Brian jones, Stu sutcliffe, syd barret, peter green, etc)
Another video same album
Baphomet transgender nonsense being pushed:
Lady Stardust
David Bowie
People stared at the makeup on his face
Laughed at his long black hair, his animal grace
The boy in the bright blue jeans
Jumped up on the stage
And lady stardust sang his songs
Of darkness and disgrace
And he was alright, the band was altogether
Yes he was alright, the song went on forever
And he was awful nice
Really quite out of sight
And he sang all night long
Femme fatales emerged from shadows
To watch this creature fair
Boys stood upon their chairs
To make their point of view
I smiled sadly for a love
I could not obey
Lady stardust sang his songs
Of darkness and dismay
And he was alright, the band was altogether
Yes he was alright, the song went on forever
And he was awful nice
Really quite paradise
And he sang all night long
All night long
Oh how I sighed when they asked if I knew his name
And he was alright, the band was altogether
Yes he was alright, the song went on forever
And he was awful nice
Really quite out of sight
He sang all night long
https:// www.mirror.co.uk/3am/celebrity-news/david-bowies-final-video-contains-7251101
http:// www.jesusisprecious.org/evils_in_america/devils_music/brian_johnson_blasphemy.htm
Some modern music for you guys
Blatant:
Tomorrow Wendy
Concrete Blonde
"This is for any of you who knows anyone whose lost anyone.
This is a song about Wendy by a friend of ours named Andy Prieboy
Of all the voodoo
This is a song about a woman with AIDS,
Which someone in this room has, A few of these people in this room has.
And you'll go through it and you'll know and we should stop it
This is for Wendy"
It is complete now
2 ends of time are neatly tied
A one way street
She's walking to the end of the line
And there she meets
Faces she see's in her heart and mind
They say,
Good Try
Tomorrow Wendy is going to die.
Tomorrow Wendy is going to die.
Underneath the chilly gray November sky
We can make believe that Kennedy is
Still alive and
We're shooting for the moon and
Smiling Jackies drivin' by
They say,
Good Try
Tomorrow Wendy is going to die.
Tomorrow Wendy is going to die.
I told the priest
Don't count on any second coming
God got his ass kicked the first time
He came down here slumming.
He had the balls to come
The gall to die and then forgive us
No I don't wonder why I wonder what
He thought it would get us
Yeah, goodbye tomorrow Wendy is going to die.
Only God says jump
But I set the time
'cause if he ever saw it
It was through these eyes of mine
And if he ever suffered
It was me who did his crying
Yeah goodbye
Tomorrow Wendy is going to die.
Songwriters: Andrew Joseph Prieboy
Our friend JOHN PERRY BARLOW
very weird interview I must say
Don't forget the other Gdead songwriter … Robert Hunter… Participated in MKULTRA
Grateful Dead talking about Bohemian Grove. MUST WATCH
It’s a-Coming
From the album Natalie Merchant
It’s a-coming. Wildfires, dying lakes, landslides, hurricanes, apocalypse in store like nothing ever seen before. It’s a-coming. Third-generation refugees, street mob burning effigies, revolution, civil war like nothing ever seen before. It’s a-coming.
Pale-horse rider come, blistered by the morning sun, tell about what he can see, crystal ball of mercury. It’s a-coming. It’s gonna come. Jungle slashed and jungle burned, the monkeys and the painted birds climb the vines, the limbs and leaves, the lungs that let the whole world breathe. It’s a-coming.
All the ones that failed to thrive, starved out and buried alive, something evil, something free, calamity. It’s gonna come. Space Race, the old Cold War, atom bomb was gonna settle the score. You wait and see. It’s a long time coming but it’s a-coming. It’s gonna come.
Third-generation refugees, street mob burning effigies, revolution, civil war like nothing ever seen before. Like nothing ever seen before.
Natalie Merchant / Indian Love Bride ©2014
Four Winds
Bright Eyes
Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe
There's people always dying, trying to keep them alive
There are bodies decomposing in containers tonight
In an abandoned building where
A squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl
With fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world
Four winds blowing through her hair
But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
She just can't sustain the pressure where it's placed
She caves
The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qu'ran's mute
If you burn them all together, you get close to the truth still
They are pouring over Sanskrit on the ivy league moons
While shadows lengthen in the sun
Cast on a school of meditation built to soften the times
And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines
Four winds, cry until it comes
And it's the sum of man
Slouching towards Bethlehem
A heart just can't contain all of that empty space
It breaks, it breaks, it breaks
Well, I went back to my rented Cadillac and company jet
Like a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps
All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead
They said, 'You'd better look alive.'
And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps
In the black hills, the bad lands, the calloused east
I buried my ballast, I made my peace
Heard four winds leveling the pines
But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
She just can't remain with all that outer space
She breaks, she breaks, she caves, she caves
Songwriters: Conor Oberst
Four Winds lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
I'm going to hide from the rain
I am tired of running 'round while these nuns eat my grain
Ransacking, wolfpacking rats in a cult of fame, so lame
Secret Christians are all the same
Don't be grumpy and cold
If you want to I can burn up a hole in this coal
Don't be surprised if it warms up right when we die tonight
Secret Christians are not too bright
https:// www.theguardian.com/music/2015/aug/08/jerry-lee-lewis-interview-heaven-hell
https:// www.rollingstone.com/music/news/the-devil-and-jerry-lee-lewis-19791213
http:// todayon-sicksadworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/keith-richards-says-hes-not-ready-for.html?m=1
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night.
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
'This could be heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face.
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain,
'Please bring me my wine'
He said, 'we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say"
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face.
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said, 'we are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
'Relax' said the night man,
'We are programmed to receive.
You can check out any time you like,
But you can never leave!'
Songwriters: Don Felder / Don Henley / Glenn Frey